TWO YEARS LATER :

Raghav’s pov:

Seven years had passed since the day I held Aarti’s hand and promised her a lifetime of love, strength, and support. Today, I couldn’t be prouder. Our son, Amit, had grown into a lively five-year-old, his laughter filling every corner of our house in Allahabad.

Aarti, my Aarti, was no longer just the woman ,I married,I fell in love with; she had become a renowned veena artist. Her music had touched the hearts of so many.

She was invited to concerts across the country, composing soulful veena tunes for music directors, and even teaching occasionally at Prayag Samriti Sang. Together, with both our earnings, we had built a cozy, beautiful home in Allahabad - a home filled with love, music, and dreams.

Now, she was nine months pregnant with our second child, and we were awaiting the newest addition to our family.

This evening, however, was special. Aarti was being honored with the prestigious Sangeet Natak Akademi Award for her contributions to veena music. I watched as she accepted the award with grace, her face glowing with pride and humility. Her speech brought tears to my eyes.

“Mujhe mere sangeet ko samajhne ke liye dhanyavad. Lekin yeh yatra tabhi sambhav hui jab mere pati Raghav ji ne har kadam par mujhe saath diya. Raghav ji, aap meri shakti hain, meri chattaan hain, aur jo hamesha mujh par vishwas karte rahe, jab main khud ko sandeh mein rakhti thi. Yeh sirf mera puraskar nahi hai - yeh humara hai. ”
(Thank you for recognizing my music. But this journey would not have been possible without my husband, Raghav ji, who stood by me in every step of the way. Raghav ji, you’re my strength, my rock, and the one who always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. This is not just my award - it’s ours.)

As the applause echoed in the auditorium, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for her. She had achieved so much, and yet she remained the same Aarti who lit up my world with her music and her smile.We returned to our home

The sun was setting, casting a soft golden light across our small home. The air felt thick with anticipation, the promise of something new on the horizon. Aarti, with her belly full of life, sat by the window, gently stroking her five-year-old son, Aarav’s hair. His small frame was tucked against her side, her other hand resting lovingly on her rounded belly, as if she were cradling both the child she had in her arms and the one waiting to be born.

I watched them from the doorway, my heart swelling with pride and love. Aarti was glowing - she always did, but now, with the impending arrival of our second child, she seemed to radiate an ethereal warmth. I had never seen a more beautiful sight than my wife holding our son so tenderly.

Aarav looked up at his mother, his wide eyes full of innocent wonder. “Maa, kya aaj hi baby aa jayega?” he asked, his voice full of curiosity, his small hand gently resting on her belly.
(Maa, will the baby come today?)

Aarti smiled softly, her eyes filled with love as she looked down at him. “Nahin, beta, aaj nahi. Lekin jald hi. Baby bahut jald aa jayega.” she said gently, her voice soothing.
(Not today, beta,But soon. The baby will be here very soon.)

Amit nodded, his little face serious. “Main baby ko apne haathon mein pakadna chahta hoon, Maa. Main baby ka raksha karunga, jaise aap mere liye karti hain.”
(I want to hold the baby in my arms, Maa. I will protect the baby, just like you protect me.)

My heart clenched at the purity of his words. Aarti and I had built a life full of love and joy for this little boy, and now, we were about to welcome another child into our world. The thought made me smile, but a strange possessiveness bubbled within me. I didn’t want to share Aarti with anyone, not even our child.

I stepped into the room, my voice low but filled with affection. “Amit,” I said, walking towards them. “Abhi Maa sirf mere liye hai, theek hai?”
(Maa is mine for now, okay?)

Aarti looked up at me, a soft, knowing smile curving on her lips. She knew exactly what I meant. But she said nothing, simply holding her son closer.

Amit, not understanding the complexity of our words, grinned up at me. “Maa mere liye bhi hai, Papa” he said, sticking his tongue out playfully.
(Maa is mine too, Papa)

I chuckled, leaning down to ruffle his hair. “She’s always been yours, beta,” I said, my tone affectionate yet tinged with a hint of jealousy. “But she’s mine too, just for now.”

Aarti’s laughter filled the room, light and musical. “Raghav ji, aap thoda museebat ho rahe hain ,” she teased softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. But I could see the way she looked at Amit - how much she cherished these moments. I knew she would do anything for him.
(Raghav ji , you’re being silly)

She gently pulled Aarav closer, kissing the top of his head. “Amit, tum mere pehle bacche ho. Koi bhi tumhari jagah mere dil mein nahi le sakta. ”
(You are my first baby, Amit. No one will ever take that place in my heart.)

I couldn’t help but smile at that. My heart was full , full of love for my wife, for our son, and for the little one that would join our family soon. But as much as I wanted to keep Aarti to myself, I knew that the love we shared would only grow. With each child, the bond between us deepened.

“Main tum dono se pyaar karta hoon,Bohot zyada.” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
(I love you both,So much.)

Aarti turned to me, her eyes soft, her hand gently resting on my arm. “We love you too, Raghav ji.

As Aarav sat in her lap, his small hand resting on her belly, the three of us felt like a perfect picture of love and togetherness. I knew that everything was about to change, and that we were about to welcome another child into our world, but for this moment, everything felt just right.

Aarti’s pregnancy had been difficult at times, but this moment was pure. The anticipation of the birth, the love we shared, and the joy of knowing we would soon have a daughter or son, these were the things that filled my heart with more pride than I had ever known.

I looked at Aarti, my gaze softening. She was the love of my life, the mother of my child, and she would always be the most precious part of my existence. Even as we prepared to welcome our second child, I knew this - nothing would ever change how much I loved her.

As I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Later that night, as we celebrated the award at home with Aarav running around us,watching his mom with pride, he was so much happy when she was receiving award. Aarti and I sat together on the couch. She placed her hand on her rounded belly and smiled.

“Kya aapko lagta hai ki is baar kya hoga?” she asked softly.
(What do you think it’ll be this time?)

I chuckled, leaning closer to her. “Aarti Jaan, main ummeed kar raha hoon ki ek chhoti ladki hogi - aapki ek chhoti si nakal, ghar mein daudte-phirte, hungama karti, aur apni chamak se ghar ko bharti. ”
(Aarti Jaan, I’m hoping for a little girl - a tiny version of you, running around the house, causing chaos, and filling it with her charm.)

She laughed, her eyes twinkling. “Aap mujh jaisi chhoti ladki chahte hain? Kya aap yakin hain ki aap hamein dono ko sambhal sakte hain? ”
(You want a little me? Are you sure you can handle two of us?)

I kissed her forehead. “Agar aap ho, Aarti, toh main aap jaisi duniya bhar ki ladkiyon ko sambhal sakta hoon.”
(If it’s you, Aarti, I could handle an entire world of you.)

Suddenly, she winced, gripping my arm tightly. My heart skipped a beat. “Raghav ji... I think... it’s time.”

Aarti’s pov:

The pain was unlike anything I remembered from Amit’s birth. As the contractions grew stronger, Daima arrived quickly, and the delivery preparations began. Raghav was by my side, holding my hand, whispering words of encouragement. His presence, as always, was my anchor.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard the first cry of our baby. Daima smiled and announced, “Beta hua! ”
(It’s a boy!)

Relief washed over me, but before I could fully process it, Daima’s expression changed. “Ruko... aur ek bachcha hai! ”
(Wait... there’s another baby!)

Raghav and I looked at each other in shock. “Aur ek bachcha?” he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.(Another baby?)

Minutes later, another cry filled the room. Daima beamed. “Aur ek ladka hai! Aapke jumele ladke hain, Aarti beti.”
( It’s another boy! You have twin boys, Aarti beti.)

I looked at Raghav, tears streaming down my face. “Do ladke... jumele”
(Two boys... twins...)

Daima handed me the first baby, and then the second. I held them close, overwhelmed by emotions. Raghav kissed my forehead, his eyes shining with tears of joy.

“Kya aap naraz hain, Raghav ji?” I asked hesitantly. “Aap ek chhoti ladki chahte the...”
(Are you disappointed, Raghav ji?,You wanted a little girl...)

He shook his head, his smile soft and warm. “Aarti, main kabhi naraz nahi ho sakta. Unhe dekho - ve perfect hain. Aur apni maa ki tarah, ve hamaare ghar ko pyaar aur sangeet se bharenge. Hum aashirwadit hain, Aarti. Mujhe aap hai, Amit hai, aur ab ye do chote ajubhe. Aur kya chaahiye?”
(Aarti, how could I ever be disappointed? Look at them - they’re perfect. And just like their mother, they’ll fill our home with love and music. We’re blessed, Aarti. I have you, Amit, and now these two little wonders. What more could I ever want?)

His words touched my heart deeply. I smiled through my tears, leaning into him. “Shukriya, Raghav ji. Sab kuch ke liye.”
(Thank you, Raghav ji. For everything.)

He took the twins from my arms and looked at them with awe. “Swagat hai, mere bete. Aapne hamaare jeevan mein do guna khushi laa di hai.”
(Welcome to the world, my sons. You’ve brought double the joy into our lives.)

Raghav’s pov:

That night, as Aarti rested with our newborns by her side, I looked at my family - my beautiful, perfect family. Amit was curled up beside Aarti, one hand on her arm as if protecting her. The twins were nestled in her embrace, their tiny hands and feet a reminder of the miracle of life.

I thought about how far we had come - from our arranged marriage to this moment, where love had blossomed into something so profound and unshakable. Aarti had not just given me a family; she had given me a reason to dream, to hope, and to believe in the magic of life.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead softly. “Main bhi aapse pyaar karta hoon, Jaan.” I whispered.
(I love you, Aarti)

She stirred slightly, her lips curving into a gentle smile. “Main bhi aap se pyaar karti hoon, Raghav ji.”
(I love you too, Raghav ji.)

And as I sat beside her, watching my family sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey - a journey filled with love, music, and the endless joy of raising our children together.
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Raghav pov :

The next morning,as Amit stepped into the room and saw the twin boys for the first time, his face lit up with surprise and wonder.

Amit said with excitement in his voice, "Arre wah! Mujhe chhota bhai mila! Woh bhi ek nahi, do-do! Yeh dono ek jaise dikhte hain... magic jaisa lag raha hai!"
(Wow! I got a little brother! Not just one, but two! They both look the same... it's like magic!)

Amit gently touched the tiny hands of his brothers, his excitement bubbling over. His eyes sparkled with pride and joy as he turned to look at us.

Amit showed his toothy grin and said, "Main inka dhyan rakhunga, maa-papa. Main inka bada bhai hoon na!"
(I’ll take care of them, Maa - Papa. I’m their elder brother, after all!)

Aarti, lying on the bed, looked at Amit with so much love in her eyes. But before she could say anything, Amit spoke again, his tone full of innocent determination.

My little boy again spoke excitedly, "Maa, Papa! Agli baar mujhe ek chhoti behen dena, please!"
(Maa, Papa! Next time, please give me a little sister!)

Aarti’s cheeks turned red, a shy smile spreading across her face. She glanced at me, embarrassed but happy.

She spoke blushing, "Amit beta... yeh baatein... abhi mat karo."
(Amit, dear... don’t talk about such things now.)

I couldn’t help but tease her a little.

I grinned and said, "Par beta, tumhari maa ko pehle mann banana padega, tabhi chhoti behen milegi."
(But son, your mom has to agree first, only then you’ll get a little sister.)

Amit shook his head with confidence, his tiny hand gripping Aarti’s.

My little monkey spoke with confidence,"Maa mujhe sab kuch deti hai, Papa. Agar main maangunga, toh woh zarur degi."
(Maa gives me everything, Papa. If I ask, she’ll definitely give it.)

Aarti’s blush deepened, her eyes lowering as she laughed softly at Amit’s innocent words. I reached out to hold her hand, squeezing it gently, and leaned closer to her.

I spoke to her softly,"Dekha? Tumhare beta ki maangen kabhi khatam nahi hoti. Par tumhari muskaan dekh kar lagta hai, main duniya ka sabse kismat vaala aadmi hoon."
(See? Your son’s demands never end. But looking at your smile, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.)

Aarti smiled at me, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. Our family was growing, and in moments like these, I realized that this was all I had ever wanted.

As Amit watched his twin brothers, Aarti and I shared a glance that spoke a thousand words. This was our life, our family, and our love - all woven together perfectly.

Amit again cheerfully said, "Papa! Jaldi se inka naam socho! Yeh dono toh bohot khaas  hain!"
(Papa! Quickly think of their names! These two are very special!)

I laughed, pulling Amit closer.

I and Aarti looked at each other and told him our twin boys name in chorus, "Arun aur Varun"
(Arun and Varun)

Amit nodded, still holding onto his excitement. As he cuddled close to Aarti, the twins sleeping peacefully beside her, I sat back and took in the moment.

This was it , the perfect ending to our story, but the beginning of a new chapter in our lives as a family.

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